Nine weeks later
I panted and groaned as I tried to get comfortable in the hospital bed. Hunter sat next to me, running his fingers through my hair. Tears welled in my eyes as another ripple of pain rolled through me.
“Squeeze my hand baby.” Hunter murmurs as he offers his hand.
“I wish you were the one giving birth.” I groaned as I took his outstretched hand.
“I know, I’m sorry baby.” He gives me a smile as he brushes my damp hair out of my face.
“I want you to know it will be a very long time before we have another one.” I tell him and he chuckles.
“I’m serious!” I growl at him and squeeze his hand.
“Okay baby.” He says, but the smirk on his face tells me he’s going to try to knock me up as soon as my next heat hits. I glare at him as contractions roll through me.
“How are you do
